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How sweet I roam'd from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, 'Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide! He shew'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and ..
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Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd; Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the ancient love That bards..
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William Blake |
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Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard, The Holy Word, That walk'd among the ancient trees. Calling the lapsed Soul And weeping in the evening dew: That might controll, The starry pole; And fallen fallen light renew! O Earth O Earth return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. Turn away no more: Why wilt thou turn away The starry floo..
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William Blake |
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
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William Blake |
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And all must love the human form, In heathen, turk or jew;
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William Blake |
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In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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William Blake |
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Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth,
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William Blake |
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Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again-- So I piped, he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read-- So he vanish'd from my sight. ..
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William Blake |
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And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
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William Blake |
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Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens despite. - "The Clod and the Pebble"
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William Blake |
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The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the spring. The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around, To the bells' cheerful sound,
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INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling-bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
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William Blake |
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There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. And there is a frown of hate, And there is a frown of disdain, And there is a frown of frowns Which you strive to forget in vain, For it sticks in the heart's deep core And it sticks in the deep backbone-- And no smile that ever was smil'd, But only one smile alone, That betwixt the cradle and grave It only o..
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William Blake |
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The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night
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William Blake |
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The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no
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William Blake |
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SULLA PENA DI UN' ALTRO Posso vedere la pena di un altro e non soffrire anch'io? Posso vedere la pena di un altro e non cercare gentile sollievo? Posso vedere una lacrima che cade e non sentire la mia parte di dolore? Puo un padre vedere suo figlio che piange, e non riempirsi di dolore? Puo una madre stare seduta a sentire un bambino che geme una paura di bambino? No, no mai puo essere, mai, mai puo essere. E puo colui che sorride su tutti..
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THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
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William Blake |
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Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceiv'd.
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William Blake |
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Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
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William Blake |
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And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see?
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William Blake |
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When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep![a] So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet; and that very night, As Tom was ..
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God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day
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The characters of Chaucer's Pilgrims are the characters which compose all ages and nations. As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the same characters repeated again and again, in animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men. Nothing new occurs in identical existence; Accident ever varies, Substance can never suffer change nor decay. Of Chaucer's characters, as described in his Ca..
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William Blake |
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He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is.
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William Blake |
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There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep.
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I care not whether a man is Good or Evil; all that I care Is whether he is a Wise man or a Fool. Go! put off Holiness,
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Souvent ton amitie a fait mon coeur pour faire du mal: ne soyez mon ennemi pour l'amour de l'amitie." - William Blake
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William Blake |
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The true method of knowledge is experiment.
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William Blake |
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There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.
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William Blake |
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True superstition is ignorant honesty & this is beloved of god and man.
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William Blake |
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Forgiveness of enemies can only come upon their repentance.
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William Blake |
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Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
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William Blake |
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They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.
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William Blake |
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Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public RECORDS to be True.
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William Blake |
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Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burden'd air;Hungry clouds swag on the deep.
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William Blake |
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He who desires but acts not breeds pestilence.
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William Blake |
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The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
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William Blake |
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The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom no clock can measure.
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William Blake |
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All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap.
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William Blake |
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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
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William Blake |
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The cistern contains: the fountain overflows.
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William Blake |
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One thought fills immensity.
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William Blake |
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Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.
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William Blake |
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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
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